“People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.” (Reply)

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I moved from Alabama to Kentucky during the first week of July. Since then, my dreams have been disconnected and alien. Like I've stumbled into someone else's dream world, and I'm still getting used to decoding it.

In one, I was in a future where the world was controlled by service industries that apportioned tasks to different social classes and essentially rewrote history to support the system. An underground rebellion was forming, quite literally underground, and an audio recording of A.A. Milne speaking on anarchy had become the new topic of conversation among the cigarette smoking, coffee drinking rebels of this new world.

Why A.A. Milne, I have no idea. I guess no one expected the writer of Winnie-the-Pooh to speak out so acrimoniously.

I also remember being in the back of an English style cab with my previous landlords (a husband and wife). The man was telling me how his great-grandmother lived in Ireland and managed to raise $7,000 during very hard times. It took all of five minutes for a man to beat her and steal her money.

"It was incredible," he shook his head. "All of it gone so fast."

I waited for him to look at me. "Anyone can steal. I think it is far more incredible that she worked diligently to raise that much money for her family."

He smiled at that and thanked me.

All I seem to want to do lately is drink coffee or tea, ponder things, sleep, and read. I'm overdue for an appointment with a psychiatrist, but my health insurance won't begin in Kentucky until at least August 1st. So I'm biding my time until then.